Bonded For Life
by MysteryDate
Summary: My 1st Covert Affairs Fan Fic and My 1st Fan Fic at this site. Annie is called off a CIA ordered vacation for her first "off the books" op.
1. Chapter 1

**Covert Affairs: Bonded For Life**

CHAPTER ONE – The Meeting

As she arrived a little late to the secret emergency meeting for which she'd been pulled off of vacation early, Annie paused at the non-descript ersatz office building wondering why the meeting wasn't taking place at Langley. She was annoyed at having her vacation shortened because this time, all on her own with no distractions or interruptions, she'd finally felt herself relaxing. Yet her adrenaline got going because something serious was clearly up and security was off the charts. No one was on these streets in Miami as she approached the building but that hadn't been the first sign of the import of this meeting. She hadn't been called, emailed, or paged while on vacation about the meeting; instead Jai had shown up in person. Annie knew something big was up because as she saw him approaching her on the beach as she was heading back up to the hotel after a day of snorkeling, Annie noticed he was not looking at her but at some unknown point past her. She took her cue from him and walked past him without any acknowledgment as she felt a slight bump as his shoulder gently hit hers as he went by. No "excuse me" or anything to indicate Jai even saw her as he walked by, so she just kept walking back toward the hotel. Annie headed to her room and looked in her beach bag and found the hand written note. All it said was:

_Miami, 7:30 pm Tomorrow, Prestige Aviation, Informal._

Informal was a code word for her team, which pretty much meant this meeting was off the books and there was to be no record. No record meant she couldn't use the internet to find the location; she couldn't take a cab, or even rent a car at any point. There could be no record that she had even been to Miami, which meant she had to sneak back into the USA – not an easy task to do on your own after 9/11. She immediately showered and changed into a flowing long skirt with a camisole tank and then pulled out her all purpose safari jacket to wear over it. She strapped a knife to the outside of her left leg, which she was pleased to note did not show given the line of her skirt. She added a leather belt to the skirt and although it was really too hot for her safari jacket, even if it was only a cotton mix, it allowed her to carry essentials like a fake passport, cash, and a couple extra clips for her Glock with impunity. The safari jacket also provided cover for her Glock, which she was able to tuck into the belt at the back of her skirt. Instead of her usual kitten heels, as Auggie called them, Annie put on more practical, but still fashionable low heeled gladiator sandals. She left her hair straight and unstyled, face clear of make-up, and as she checked the mirror, she looked like the student/bohemian type as she intended. She could sex up or down her appearance with removal of the jacket . . . and of course, the Glock.

Annie left the rest of her luggage open with clothes strewn about stuffing only some basic toiletries, underwear, two other camisoles, and her bikini into her hobo handbag, which she strapped across her body leaving her hands free and proceeded to walk out of the hotel like she was heading into town for some shopping. The room was paid for the next week and she figured the "do not disturb" sign she had left on the door should take care of things. As far as anyone was concerned, she was still in the Bahamas on vacation.

She'd never been called "informally" before now so she wasn't sure what was up but knew that it was serious since Joan had forced this vacation down her throat due to some agency policy that after x number of field ops, agents were to be give x number of days of down time. Joan had said Annie was already about 7 field ops over what she should have before taking a vacation so Joan had practically escorted Annie out of the building just last Friday. Annie wasn't sure what she would do for her two weeks off, but decided she wanted to escape to a quiet beach somewhere, so off she went to the first tropical island to which she could book airfare and a hotel room. Yet, here it was only three days later, and the agency was calling her back in. She had no doubt she'd be out the money for her hotel room unless she got Auggie on the case. Jeez, she had barely had time to even say goodbye to Auggie before Joan shooed her from the building.

Annie headed on foot into the nearby resort town. She looked at the marina and wondered if she could locate a boat big enough that was heading to Miami on which she could stowaway. She dismissed the idea because there were only yachts and large cruise ships in port. The large cruise ships had too much security and limited access points and the yachts were too small for her to go unnoticed. Annie sighed and headed to the less touristy section of town and managed to catch the bus to Freeport where she figured she'd have more options. While there were a few other "poor" tourists on the bus, it was mostly poor and working class Bahamans and Annie new she stood out but didn't think it could be avoided. Any other method to get to Freeport would leave a trail or take too long.

While Annie had lucked into finding a commercial ship leaving almost immediately for Miami when she arrived in Freeport and had gotten on the ship without difficulty as it wasn't really guarded, the real challenge was getting off the ship unnoticed. It had taken some effort to find a way off the ship in Miami, which was why she was late in arriving to the meeting. She'd ended up having to create a diversion on ship to distract the port authorities when they boarded that involved some poor shipmen's personal "stash" she'd found before heading up on deck to leave. As the port authorities located the "stash," which she'd actually strewn about the front deck, the port authority agents descended on the front deck while she then shimmied down a rope in back and jumped toward the now unattended dock. The diversion may also have involved a small harmless explosion but in hindsight, that might have been overkill. In any event, she got off the ship and managed to hitch a ride into downtown Miami on an unsuspecting Fed Ex driver's truck only to have to backtrack to the airport when she'd found out where Prestige Aviation was located. Annie was angry with herself because she should have suspected the company would be closer to the airport than downtown Miami. While she'd managed to grab a series of city busses for a good portion of the way, she'd ended up having a fairly long walk and finally run (when she realized she would be late) to what was really more of a warehouse than an office building close to the Miami airport. Standing there, contemplating the area and scoping things out she'd gotten her breathing back under control from her run, and casually had straightened her hair and even applied a little lipstick. With 3 days of sun in the Bahamas, she really didn't need any other make-up at the moment.

She entered through a solid metal door that appeared to be the less than welcoming front entrance to the utilitarian building and was immediately presented with a high security screen with a metal detector. The place had looked pretty grungy outside and it wasn't exactly posh as she walked in; but it did seem clean, well-kept, and secure, if a little antiseptic and fluorescently grim. She perused the three large guys in security uniforms and could immediately tell these were not the standard rent-a-cops but serious military types.

"Put your firearms and cell phones on the table, you'll get them back when the meeting is over," the biggest guy said and she saw the ten guns of varying sizes and pulled the small sig out of her purse with theatricality and placed it there with a flirty smile along with her I-phone after a small adjustment. The security guards were all tough, big muscled, well-armed men whose hair was all shorn and they had the square look of military. The shortest one, actually looked rather dangerous with tattoos peaking out from his neck, but they still responded to her usual flirting and standard security song and dance. She'd even managed to get some flustered smiles out of them when she invited a frisking after they had wanded her when the metal detector had gone off from her safari jacket. She'd pointed to the metal buttons where the wand had gone off (also near the hidden pockets where she stashed her extra clips) and was motioned on. The bigger guy dismissively told her to hurry because the conference had begun as she was one of the last to arrive. Security never took her seriously no matter how tough they were, which had made life so much easier for her in the CIA. The biggest guy then grinned stupidly at her as she had cast one last smile back at him, when again the shorter scarier security guy suddenly motioned her forward to the door straight ahead of her. He was more intimidating than either of the other two and he hadn't even opened his mouth.

She walked down a long claustrophobic hallway with low industrial dropped ceilings that felt like a tunnel before hitting a long bank of windows on her right where she was surprised to see a high end conference room filled with some high end people; most of whom she recognized. Annie saw the conference was about to begin and an unknown older man of color was being motioned up to the front by Arthur with great deference. At the head of the table and the front of the room, was a map of Russia and the Ukraine. Annie quietly entered the room and discretely slipped into an empty chair right next to Auggie and began looking around the room at the known and the unknown.

Auggie whispered, "How was vacation, Annie? You seem tan."

She'd stopped even noticing that Auggie always knew she was there despite his blindness and answered succinctly, "Not tan enough," as she continued her processing of the room. She noted Joan sitting up towards the front of the large conference table staking her position of power. As Annie's eyes passed by Jai, sitting on the left of Joan, he acknowledged her with a nod and she moved on noting three older experienced CIA operatives that she only knew in passing. In fact, she noted that she, Auggie, and Jai were significantly younger than most of the people in the room.

She moved on to the unknown. First, she saw a formidable looking self-contained older woman with short white gray hair nodding to the man Annie had noticed Arthur motioning up front to the map moments before, as if the older woman was giving him permission to begin. Annie realized that this woman had the most authority in the room with even Arthur clearly deferring to her. Arthur, in fact, moved back to stand against the wall; choosing not to even sit at the table. Annies' eyes shifted slightly to the right of the older woman and immediately stopped moving as she hit what seemed to be a wall of compact restrained lethal power. Maybe she'd been wrong about the older woman . . .

Without moving her eyes from her final target, Annie leaned to her left and whispered back to Auggie, "Woof. So who's the "ripped blond guy" at the front of the table?"

"Woof?" Auggie gave her a sardonic grin whispering back, "'Ripped blond guy?' Is he the one sitting next to the hot brunette in the pink teddy?" Auggie felt Annie's sheepishness before she answered.

"Sorry. I sometimes forget you can't see."

"Oh, I can see, Annie . . . just not the same things you can," Auggie said quietly.

Annie finally pulled her eyes away from "ripped blond guy" and touched Auggie's arm warmly, moving her head closer to Auggie's with her lips almost touching Auggie's left ear. Annie felt Auggie's breath hitch just before Annie whispered, "Well you always . . . look good . . . to me." Before pulling back almost snorting with laughter.

The moment broken, Auggie broke into a wide grin and said a little more loudly than he intended. "Good lord, that was terrible."

Joan warned with one word, "Auggie." Annie had missed "ripped blond guy" shifting his gaze to her and catching her flirting with Auggie. As Annie and Auggie both tried to hide their grins and focus on the start of the meeting, Annie's focus shifted back to "ripped blond guy," who was now looking intently at the man standing in the front of the room by the map but she had the feeling that she had not escaped his notice. Who was he?

As the room hushed, Arthur said from the wall, "I want to introduce one of the CIA's finest, Felix Leiter who unfortunately has some disturbing intel. Felix."

Annie sat up straighter. Wow, so that was the famous Felix Leiter. She thought he'd be bigger. He was a field agent who'd come in to be an administrator like Arthur, hated it, and gone back out as a field agent. The first and only time an agent had successfully transitioned back and forth with no damage to his career or reputation. He was somewhat of a legendary figure at the CIA operating cowboy style, now, pretty much on his own. Annie's thoughts were interrupted by Felix who didn't even acknowledge Arthur's introduction.

"You've all been asked here today because of the special skills each of you have. This op will be off the books for each of us because of serious concerns about leaks given the intel. You all have been checked and re-checked and have been determined completely secure . . . at least for purposes of this mission."

Ouch - Annie was struck by not only the less than ringing endorsement of trust expressed by Leiter, but the "each of us," and wondered what he was talking about. Suddenly, the door opened and two more men walked in. Annie smiled and nodded to Eyal Lavin, the Israeli agent she'd worked with a few times and immediately figured out that this obviously involved more than just US covert operations. Eyal tilted his head slightly at her and smiled a wolfish grin before turning and heading towards Arthur with has hand outstretched which Arthur took and shook with genuine respect. While she should still be annoyed with Eyal after he stole her intel on that last job even after she rescued his ass, she couldn't help but return his grin. He had wished her a happy birthday after all.

Then her smile fell as she saw that the other man walking in behind Eyal, was Ben. Annie was frustrated that Ben still made her heart drop into her stomach when he walked into a room, but the slight smirk he gave her seeming to note her response turned that frustration to annoyance. He really believed he could come and go on a whim, not even saying goodbye, and that she would just keep opening her arms to him over and over and over again. She was pissed at his cockiness and focused back on Leiter, Ben forgotten. She missed the disappointment on Ben's face at her dismissal, but "ripped blond guy" did not. Ben took a seat across the table from her next to one of the older CIA Agents and Eyal leaned against the wall next to Arthur.

Leiter didn't even acknowledge the late comers going on, "We don't want the targets to know they are even on anyone's radar and ultimately, we don't want to start a worldwide panic." Good Lord, this sounded beyond bad.

Leiter proceeded to explain the problem of a rogue well-armed Russian group that had split off from the Izmaylovskaya gang but with a decidedly bigger international focus due to a very ambitious leader named Anton Novikov. While information on Novikov was sparse, the new group was known as the Labanov Bratva. Most recently and the reason we were all here, is that the Labanov had reached out to al-Qaeda who were floundering after Bin Laden's demise. While the CIA and other international covert organizations were use to the less powerful Chechen mafia organizations reaching out to various Islamic fundamentalist groups, this was the first time a well-organized dangerous Russian based bratva with a highly competent ambitious leader like Novikov had reached out to what had been the best organized dangerous Islamic terrorist group. These two forces joining would not be a good thing for any western country and in fact the world. According to Leiter, the action was happening in Russia right now, but word was that this Russian group intended to use al-Qaeda to target the west for the Labanov's own economic advantages. These attacks of terrorism would be violent, but the ultimate terrorism was to be economic terror that followed. With world economies already teetering dangerously, this was happening at a most inopportune time for the west. Annie realized this Anton Novikov must be as brilliant as he was dangerous.

Just as Leiter got to the part about the CIA, MI6, and Mossad all being compromised, Annie felt a prickle at the back of her neck and shifted her eyes towards the bank of windows without moving her head, where she peripherally saw three to four armed men all in masks lifting up their weapons toward the window. It was almost instantaneous that she pulled her gun out, pushed Auggie to the ground, and yelled, "Gun" as she and the gunmen began shooting simultaneously. She realized someone else had yelled "Gun" with her from inside the room and was also shooting at the gunmen. Glass was flying as everyone else hit the floor. She immediately deduced that the gunmen had bullet proof vests because she'd hit one in the chest and he didn't fall. Jai and Eyal had immediately flipped the table to provide some cover for those in the room who were being sprayed with Uzi fire. Instead of heading behind the table for cover, Annie had headed forward low toward the door where she saw that "ripped blond guy" had done the same and was the only other person in the room who'd apparently "bypassed" security's weapon confiscation and been shooting with her. She'd given security a small Sig and did a sleight of hand and flirt to keep her Glock and clips with her. Annie hadn't even thought about it – it was what she always did when faced with security.

While they were seemingly vastly out-armed and trapped, Annie knew that Uzi's, while spraying many more bullets faster than her Glock and "ripped blond guy's" Walther could, were not an accurate weapon while Glocks and Walthers were dead-on accurate with the right shooters. "Ripped blond guy" motioned Annie to the left and motioned to his chest and then his head. Annie nodded somewhat dismissively as she had already realized they needed to aim for the heads. He mouthed "on three" as bullets continued to fly into the room, they counted and both stood up at the same time seemingly right in front of the hail of bullets and quickly took their shots and then there was silence. Amazingly, she and "ripped blond guy" seemed not to be hit. She looked out the broken window and down to the floor and saw four men, each with two bullet holes close together in their foreheads with vacant eyes staring back at her through the masks.

"Ripped blond guy" was standing next to her as she said, "Wow" realizing they each had hit the four men with almost the same headshot. He smiled slightly and said, "We haven't yet been introduced. The name is Bond. James Bond."


	2. Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO – Assessing Losses

Annie's first words were not her finest hour because she simply said, "Holy crap," before adding quickly, "Uh, Annie Walker." If Leiter was a legend at the CIA, Bond was a freaking icon. She had actually thought he was a fictional operative used to make new recruits feel inadequate since he was MI6 and obviously there was no firsthand accounts at the CIA like there had been of Leiter.

"Well, Miss. Walker," Mr. Bond said with not quite a grin, but some slight amusement, "I'm glad to see that you too have a problem with following the rules."

Annie was confused for a second but then realized he had meant her getting her gun in here despite the security. And then it hit her, "It kind of makes you wonder whose idea it was that we all disarm before this meeting, doesn't it?"

James nodded grimly and said simply, "It does." The two turned to look at the room of people on the ground and for the first time, Annie realized there could be, and as she looked, quickly realized that there were, in fact, casualties. Annie sucked in air and immediately moved around one side of the table down to Auggie on the floor and placed her hand gently on the back of his neck to check for signs of life. She sighed with relief as he turned over from the floor where she'd pushed him and with a grin on his face said, "You know if you wanted to get me on my back, Annie, you could have just asked?"

She smiled pulling him up and giving him a genuine hug which he returned before quietly asking, "How is everyone else?" She turned and saw that James had gone to the older gray haired woman and was helping her up off the floor and that she too was unharmed although she looked pissed as Annie heard her say in clipped upper class British tones, "You didn't leave one alive that we could question? Typical Bond overkill." She saw James shrug before Annie continued assessing the damage.

Then she said, "Oh no."

Augie simply said, "Who?"

Annie gulped, "We lost Kramer, Suarez, and Daniels" – the three older most experienced operatives in that room. Annie went on surveying the room adding quietly, ". . . oh God, and Arthur. Joan was hit but it seems pretty superficial."

Auggie responded, "Jesus."

Annie saw that Joan was holding Arthur stoically in disbelief with Jai gently trying to pull her away. Annie continued her assessment, "Jai and Leiter are fine as is Eyal, who came in after the meeting started with . . . Ben." And then Annie paused realizing she hadn't seen Ben up and moving about. She almost hated to look because she had a growing feeling in the pit of her stomach. She stood up a little shakily.

Auggie grabbed her hand and said, "Annie . . .wait."

Annie pulled her hand away from Auggie's as she moved forward toward the other side of the turned over table from where she'd found Auggie laying. Her view was in tunnel vision mode as she headed determinatively toward something that had been her worst nightmare for such a long time.

Before she'd got around the table, after having to carefully step over glass with her open-toed gladiator shoes, a chair, and Suarez, James suddenly appeared in front of her blocking her view and pathway and quietly said, "You don't want to see him."

She hadn't even sensed him moving and he was suddenly before her like a wall of steel. Annie didn't even meet James' eyes as she attempted to move around him saying, "I need . . ."

He interrupted firmly gripping her upper arms and forcefully moving her away from that area of the table and instead toward the door, "What you need, is to help me secure the rest of this building and see if there are any other threats to handle. . ." James added somewhat coldly, ". . .and to see if we can get the guns up front back to the people here that are still alive to use them." Annie sucked in some air realizing what James was informing her without expressly saying it. Before she could even process that Ben was dead, Eyal came to her other side and the two forcefully propelled her out toward the hallway.

She saw that Eyal, while he didn't have a gun, had a large blade in his right hand, with which he was obviously comfortable. He quickly pocketed the knife, however, and instead grabbed one of Uzis off the floor. James kept out his Walther and she mindlessly did the same with her Glock. Eyal looked back and said, "Jai, come get the other three Uzis so you have some protection for the room until we get back."

Annie heard Auggie attempt to break some of the tension by saying, "Why doesn't anyone ever ask me to get the guns?" Annie attempted to look back in the room as they stepped over the four gunmen's bodies and proceed down the hallway, but Eyal was standing so close on her left and James just in front of him, that, all she could see was a white and a light blue shirt instead of shattered windows and broken bodies. James and Eyal blocked her view entirely and she knew it was deliberate. She felt more than saw Eyal nod to James as they got past the bank of windows and James stepped out ahead of her and Eyal flanked her as the three moved single file quietly down the long hallway. They were not in a strategically good position because there was no cover and they knew it. She wondered why they hadn't split up with one or two of them heading in the other direction toward a door down at the end of the hall to secure that area as well, but she suspected that at this point, it was more important to try and collect the weapons and phones of the people left in that room and distribute the same since they might be needed to face whatever was behind that back doorway.

Her training kicked in and Annie shoved thoughts of Ben back to the recesses of her brain and she focused all her attention to any further threats as they proceeded quietly up to the front foyer where security had been set up. Sure enough as they entered, she saw that two of the security guards had been cleanly executed in the back of the head. She didn't see the third guard anywhere and realized that it was the shorter more dangerous looking one who was missing. Annie was surprised to see James and Eyal seeming to relax somewhat as James first turned the deadbolt locking the large front steel door to make it difficult for any further threats to enter. Then he and Eyal both headed to the guns that were still up on the front table and began to pocket them. The cell phones were all missing, which was far more worrisome, since contact numbers programmed into the phones would have to be changed if others hadn't removed their sym cards like Annie had.

Annie said, "But where is the third guy?"

James and Eyal both turned and said simultaneously, "Third guy?"

James added, "When I arrived, there were only two," he looked down more closely at the bodies and added, "these two guards on duty."

Eyal nodded, "Same when I arrived."

Annie proceeded to move forward and grab her Sig putting it back in her handbag that she'd never removed from where she had it secured to her body and began to head to a side door leading to what appeared to be some offices with her gun drawn before saying back over her shoulder, "There were three men when I arrived, which was between you two, and the missing guy was shorter, gray eyes, dark hair, with a lot of tattoos," Annie suddenly recalled the tattoo markings coming out of his shirt going up his neck, which would be somewhat unusual for military. She rolled her eyes at her idiocy, because they wouldn't be unusual for Russian mob. She also realized he'd never said one word likely because he had an accent he didn't want noticed. Annie was furious at herself for missing it but didn't share that part of her thinking and continued forward. As she started to raise her voice so they'd hear her as she moved into the side doorway, she realized James and Eyal were right behind her so said in a normal tone of voice, "The missing guy was about your height James, but seemed more dangerous than either one of those other bigger guys. Best case scenario, he was out on a security patrol of the building when the gunmen arrived." But she added, "But it is far more likely, he executed the security guys and let the gunmen in. Question is: where is he now?"

James said with certainty, "He left after executing the guards and letting the gunmen in. We should see if Felix has pictures of members of the Labanov Bratva and see if this security guard was among them. We could do the same with the dead hit squad but . . ."

Eyal finished for him, "They were probably hired local talent. It's clear they were not as smart as the Labanov hoped because there are a lot better ways to execute that entire room than standing at that window, not moving, and spraying Uzi fire rather inaccurately."

They proceeded to enter and begin to clear each of the four offices off the foyer. Annie checked the phones and was not surprised to find all were dead. "They either cut the phone lines or the service was shut off as part of the security for the meeting – like taking our guns and cell phones."

Eyal shook his head, "I should have questioned this idiot security when I walked in. At least you two were smart enough to hold on to your guns. I just handed mine over." He hit his forehead in disgust and said, "My first Mossad trainer would kick my ass right now, if he were here."

Annie smiled saying, "If it will make you feel better, I could kick your ass Eyal. I owe you an ass kicking anyway."

Eyal raised an eyebrow and said, "You could try." Annie's smile faded as she remembered what was back in the conference room and went back to searching the last office. They had checked all the offices carefully checking under desks, in cabinets, and closets as well as two rest rooms.

James said, "These offices are clear. Your security guard is not here nor is anyone else. Let's get the weapons back to the conference room and check out the back door and figure out what the hell just went on here."

They headed out of the side door back into the foyer and turned left to take the long hallway to the conference room. While they were all still on the alert, they weren't moving as slowly as they had going up there and this time Annie lead the way back. When they got back to the room, Annie walked in and noticed that the dead bodies had obviously been dragged back out of view behind the table which had been left on its side and pushed further back into the room to block the view. She wondered if it was just for her benefit until she saw Joan looking shell-shocked. At least Joan was no longer holding on to a dead Arthur. Felix was now holding one of the Uzis as Jai was finishing up bandaging Joan's arm with a torn piece of someone's shirt. It was unclear whether the bullets had just grazed her, gone through her or would have to be removed later and Annie didn't think now would be the time to inquire given the look on Joan's face.

James walked up to Felix and said, "I should have figured you'd commandeer the biggest Uzi. Your security sucks, by the way."

Felix smiled, "I'm glad you're okay too, James. And my security does suck."

Annie informed everyone, "They took our cell phones. I hope you all removed your sym cards or the Labanov have your phone contacts." She noted no one looked worried so it appeared that at least those still alive had followed standard protocol. She saw Jai move away from Joan and head to behind the table to where the dead bodies were and she guessed he was searching them for sym cards. Jai was kind of amazing the way he took on the difficult jobs without being asked but just knowing they needed to be done. She again blocked the flash of Ben that entered her head sending it back into her mind's recesses for processing when she was alone.

James went on, "There are also no working phones we've seen in the building, so calling for help is not an option."

Auggie interrupted, "I wouldn't say that." He grinned, "You two snuck in your weapons, and I snuck in mine." Auggie was holding up his modified I-phone.

"Does no one follow rules around here?" the older woman said with an obvious sense of irony since the "rule breakers" were responsible for their lives at this point.

James tried unsuccessfully to hide his grin and the tension in the room was broken as the older woman went on, "For those of you who don't know me. Good. Call me M." She turned to Auggie as James and Eyal proceeded to hand out firearms to those left and added, "At this point, young men, I would suggest calling no one since we don't know who we can trust." She had clearly assumed command and no one was about to challenge her.

Annie interrupted somewhat boldly and said, "Whose idea was it anyway that we all come to this meeting unarmed?"

She heard Joan answer, "The Israelis." M answered, "The Americans." And Eyal answered, "The British." There was silence.


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